rodrick hosting a party just to see you after graduation.
it was no rumour that rodrick liked you all throughout high school— especially in the senior year.
he'd always done stupid stuff to get your attention and graduation was supposed to be the end of it. the end of the dumb gifts that appear mysteriously in your locker and the final time you see him.
not until he hosts a big party where everyone's invited.
the moment you step in, all eyes are on you. it's awkward but nothing you can stop.
for the first few minutes, rodrick doesn't show and you're just about to leave. you're already far past the threshold of the grandeur door when he calls out your name.
you turn on your heel, face-to-face with your high school fanboy once again. but this time, his hair is actually combed and he's actually dressing proper for the occassion. you can't deny that he does look good in the suit.
"what is it, rodrick?" you tilt your head, acting nonchalant.
"uhm, before we— i mean you— go off to university, i just wanted to say that..." he coughs awkwardly. "i really like you,"
you hum. "before i go to university, i want to say that i like you too," you press a kiss on his lips before taking a step back, far enough to see him dumbfounded and breathless.
"so— so, does this mean we're together now?" he asks, stumbling over his words.
https://www.tumblr.com/rodrickrulezz/817512081100308480/imagine-rodrick-s-biceps-hes-got-to-have-some hiii i think the “such” in the last sentence was supposed to be a “should”? just letting you know 😚
omg it is.. sighs.. thankyou for letting me know!!!! (*T^T)
hii i requested something in may and i had REALLY bad wifi connection lmfaoo 💔 soo it said it didn't send 😍
but i was wondering if i could request rodrick and his family is at a restaurant and he thinks the waitress is hot and goons when he get home 🥹✌️ please and thank you!! ❤️🩹
walking in, admist all the families with their fussing children, couples sharing their desserts and groups of friends gathered. rodrick took it all in with a sigh. he didn't want to go. but, after susan's tyrant on how 'we don't spend enough time with each other' and that time together should be treasured. or whatever. plus, susan promised he could get anything which sweetened the deal.
with his feet dragging, he trailed after frank who chose the table. rodrick plonked down on the chair, his arms draped across the table already flicking through the menu.
after a few minutes of, 'oh greg you wouldn't like that' and 'manny! stop trying to lick the salt shaker!' everyone finally knew their orders.
a sweet voice pierced the chaos with a 'are you guys ready to order?' rodrick's head whipped to the source. his jaw practically dropped to the floor as his eyes raked over her soft features; the way her lashes sweep under her eyes, her plump lips and her cute smile.
immediately enamoured.
suddenly her gaze met his as she tilted her head, 'and for you?' now rodrick was painfully aware of how glued his gaze was. his eyes dart down to her waist. shit. no, her skirt. no. uhm. onto the floor! he clears his throat, "uh a cheeseburger with fries..please."
she nods, "uh huh," her eyes focused on the writing pad she held close to her chest as she scribbled his order. "great choice." thank god she assured that the order was coming up to then turn on her heel swiftly to make her way down to the kitchen or else she would've seen the dark tint of pink settle on rodrick's cheek. the colour bloomed underneath his skin from the way she praised him, her honeyed voice coated in sweetness.
rodrick tried to ignore the way his heart was slamming against his ribcage as if it was trying to beat of his chest to tell the waitress itself how beautiful she was. oh god was she beautiful. her-
"rodrick?"
a voice snaps rodrick out of his daydream.
"huh?" rodrick's head jerked upward making eye contact with susan's concerned expression.
before he could mutter a response, susan reached over. the back of her palm make contact of his cheek. cold in comparison of his warm cheek. "oh rodrick, you're burning up honey." she turns her palm to do the same to the other cheek. "do you feel feverish?"
rodrick pulled his head back, his hands raise to shoo her away. "it's warm in here. i'm fine." he mutters in faux nonchalance to cover the scent of embarrassment.
~
it was late at night. the sun was tucked underneath the dark blanket of the night sky. whereas the moon basked in the darkness, illuminating in the star littered sky.
rodrick wasn't thinking about the moon or the sun. he was thinking of someone.
within his sheets, his hand reaches down to his pajama bottoms. his eyes flutter shut as he tries to feel his hand as not his own but hers. imagining that he wasn't alone in his bed touching himself but she was. leaning over him, her knees sinking into his mattress while he elbows bracketed his hips. her nimble fingers trail down to his boxers tugging them down just enough to free his painfully throbbing cock.
pre-cum dribbled down the head onto his hand. squeezing his eyes shut tighter, he imagined that her wet tongue licked a stripe up his cock, the pre cum coating her tongue. humming at the taste.
her soft mouth enveloped his member, the head nudged at the back of her mouth. he groans at the feeling. bobbing up and down he felt her mouth working its way up and down his cock. sending jolts that set his nerves alight.
with each movement, he felt a knot tighten in his lower belly tighten. under his breath he moans, "so pretty." he throws his head back, sinking deep into his pillow. his heels dug into the mattress. "so fucking pretty."
closer and closer. rodrick could practically taste it. "oh im close." he moans, "so close. gonna cum all over your beautiful face, yeah?"
he squirms underneath his own touch, teetering close to his long awaited climax. until, a white hot feeling washed over him. a feeling of bliss. he stuttered out a groan as he felt his cum paint his stomach and fingers. his eyes shoot open. her face fades into the dark of his room. leaving him alone again.
Era uma noite de sábado comum na casa dos Heffley. O som abafado de uma guitarra distorcida vinha do porão, onde a banda Löded Diper ensaiava, mas, para variar, o ensaio tinha acabado mais cedo. Os outros membros tinham ido embora reclamando de cansaço, deixando Rodrick sozinho com seus tambores e sua namorada, [Nome], que estava sentada no velho sofá do porão, mexendo no celular.
Rodrick largou as baquetas com um suspiro e se esticou, a camiseta preta de banda subindo um pouco, revelando uma faixa de pele pálida e magra. Ele olhou para [Nome] com um sorriso cansado, mas os olhos dele tinham um brilho diferente. Um brilho que ela já conhecia bem.
⸻ E aí, cansou de me ver suar? ⸻ Ele perguntou, se aproximando e se jogando no sofá ao lado dela, fazendo o estofado velho chiar.
Ela ergueu os olhos do celular e o encarou com uma sobrancelha levantada. Um sorriso lento e calculista se formou em seus lábios.
⸻ Você sempre sua, Rodrick. Não é novidade. ⸻ Ela respondeu, a voz baixa e cheia de um tom de provocação que fez os olhos dele brilharem ainda mais.
Ele riu, um som rouco e familiar, e inclinou o corpo na direção dela, apoiando um braço no encosto do sofá atrás da cabeça dela. O cheiro de desodorante barato, suor e um toque de cerveja que ele tinha tomado mais cedo invadiu o ar entre eles.
⸻ Ah, é? E o que mais não é novidade? ⸻ Ele provocou de volta, inclinando a cabeça.
[Nome] colocou o celular de lado, devagar, e virou-se inteiramente para encará-lo. Os olhos dela percorreram o rosto dele ⸻ os olhos escuros e ligeiramente cansados, o cabelo preto bagunçado e oleoso de não ter lavado depois do ensaio, a linha da mandíbula que ele estava começando a definir. Ela o conhecia tão bem. Sabia exatamente onde tocar, onde morder, onde sussurrar para fazer aquele garoto punk se derreter.
⸻ Não é novidade que você fica assim quando quer alguma coisa. ⸻ Ela disse, a voz baixa, quase um segredo, e a mão dela deslizou sobre a coxa dele, por cima do jeans preto rasgado. ⸻ Me encarando como um cachorrinho perdido.
Rodrick engoliu em seco. Ele não conseguia esconder. Não dela.
⸻ E se eu quiser alguma coisa? ⸻ A voz dele saiu mais rouca do que ele pretendia.
O sorriso de [Nome] se alargou. Ela inclinou o corpo para a frente, a boca perto da orelha dele, e o hálito quente fez um arrepio percorrer a espinha dele.
⸻ Então você vai ter que pedir direito, amor.
Era o jogo deles. O jogo que ela adorava. Ela se afastou, deixando-o ofegante e com as mãos inquietas sobre os próprios joelhos. Seus olhos, antes provocadores, agora tinham um brilho de comando.
⸻ Sobe. ⸻ Ela ordenou, indicando as escadas com um movimento de cabeça. ⸻ Me espera no seu quarto. Sem cueca.
O coração de Rodrick disparou. Ele já sabia onde isso ia dar. Não era a primeira vez, mas cada vez parecia a primeira. Ele obedeceu sem hesitar, levantando-se tão rápido que quase tropeçou nos próprios pés. Ela o viu subir as escadas de dois em dois, com a excitação mal contida.
[Nome] esperou alguns segundos, ouviu o barulho da porta do quarto dele se fechar, e então se levantou com uma lentidão proposital. Ela pegou sua mochila, que estava no canto do sofá ⸻ uma mochila preta e discreta ⸻ e a jogou no ombro. Lá dentro, bem no fundo, estava o brinquedo favorito dele. Um cintaralho de silicone preto, de tamanho médio, com uma base anatômica confortável para ela e um arnês de couro ajustável. Ela tinha comprado algumas semanas atrás, e a primeira vez tinha sido uma experiência… reveladora para os dois.
Ela subiu as escadas da casa silenciosamente, passando pela sala onde a família Heffley assistia TV, mas ninguém a notou. Entrou no quarto de Rodrick e fechou a porta atrás de si com um clique suave.
O quarto era uma bagunça organizada. Pôsteres de bandas nas paredes, roupas espalhadas por uma cadeira, uma cama de solteiro arrumada de qualquer jeito. Rodrick estava de pé no meio do quarto, parecendo um pouco deslocado, a ansiedade e a excitação evidentes em seus olhos. Ele tinha tirado a camiseta, e o torso magro, mas levemente definido, estava nu. Seus olhos pousaram na mochila dela e ele engoliu em seco.
⸻ Você vai usar aquilo? ⸻ Ele perguntou, a voz rouca.
⸻ Só se você merecer. ⸻ Ela respondeu, jogando a mochila na cama. Ela se virou para ele, cruzando os braços. ⸻ Eu falei para você ficar sem cueca. Está?
Ele assentiu, um pouco sem jeito.
⸻ Sim.
⸻ Prove.
Rodrick obedeceu, desabotoando o jeans e deixando-o cair no chão. Ele ficou ali, apenas de meias e sem cueca, o pau já meio ereto contra a coxa. A vulnerabilidade no olhar dele era o que [Nome] mais amava. Ele era todo durão e rebelde lá fora, mas aqui, com ela, ele entregava o controle sem medo.
Ela o observou por um longo momento, saboreando a visão. Depois, com passos lentos, aproximou-se dele.
⸻ Bom garoto. ⸻ Ela murmurou, e a mão dela tocou o peito dele, os dedos traçando uma linha para baixo, sobre o abdômen, até a ponta dos dedos roçarem a base do pau dele. Ele tremeu.
⸻ Senta na cama. ⸻ Ela ordenou, com a voz firme.
Ele sentou-se na borda da cama, as mãos apoiadas ao lado do corpo, esperando. Ela se ajoelhou na frente dele, mas não para fazer o que ele esperava. Em vez disso, ela abriu a mochila e tirou o cintaralho. Os olhos dele se fixaram no objeto de silicone, e ela viu a excitação e um toque de nervosismo misturados.
⸻ Vai ser como da última vez? ⸻ Ele perguntou, a voz um pouco mais alta do que o normal.
⸻ Depende de você. ⸻ Ela respondeu, começando a ajustar o arnês sobre a própria calça jeans. ⸻ Se você se comportar, pode ser ainda melhor.
Ela vestiu o equipamento com uma facilidade prática, ajustando as tiras de couro ao redor das coxas e da cintura. O silicone preto ficou ereto contra a barriga dela, um contraste estranho e excitante. Ela se levantou, e a visão dela, de calça jeans e cintaralho, com a camiseta ainda vestida, era uma mistura de cotidiano e erotismo que fazia o pau de Rodrick endurecer completamente.
⸻ Deita. ⸻ Ela disse, apontando para a cama.
Ele deitou-se de costas, o corpo nu e exposto. Ela subiu na cama, montando sobre ele, mas sem tocar. Ficou de joelhos sobre as coxas dele, o cintaralho pairando sobre a barriga dele. As mãos dela encontraram as dele, e ela as prendeu acima da cabeça dele na cama.
⸻ Hoje você não vai usar as mãos. ⸻ Ela sussurrou. ⸻ Só a boca e o que eu deixar. Entendeu?
⸻ Sim… ⸻ Ele respondeu, a voz falhando.
⸻ Sim, o quê? ⸻ Ela pressionou, inclinando-se para sussurrar na orelha dele.
⸻ Sim, senhora. ⸻ Ele corrigiu, e o sorriso de [Nome] se alargou. Ela adorava quando ele usava esse título.
Ela se inclinou e o beijou, um beijo profundo e dominador, com a língua explorando a boca dele enquanto as mãos dela ainda seguravam as dele contra o travesseiro. Ele se derreteu sob ela, os beijos se tornando mais urgentes, e ela sentiu os quadris dele se moverem, tentando encontrar qualquer tipo de pressão contra o cintaralho.
Ela se afastou, deixando-o ofegante.
⸻ Tão impaciente. ⸻ Ela murmurou, descendo o corpo dele com a boca. Ela deixou um rastro de beijos e mordidas leves pelo pescoço, pelos ombros, pelo peito. Quando chegou ao abdômen dele, ele arqueou as costas, e ela riu baixinho.
⸻ O que é? Quer que eu toque aqui? ⸻ Ela perguntou, a mão livre deslizando sobre a coxa dele, perto do pau, mas sem tocar.
⸻ Por favor… ⸻ Ele ofegou, a cabeça jogada para trás.
⸻ Está com sorte. ⸻ Ela disse, e finalmente envolveu o pau dele com a mão, dando algumas punhetas lentas e firmes. Ele gemeu baixinho, os olhos fechados. Ela continuou, alternando o ritmo, observando cada contração no rosto dele, o lábio inferior mordido, as pálpebras tremendo.
Quando ele estava perto, ela parou. Rodrick soltou um som de frustração, os olhos se abrindo, confusos.
⸻ Não… ⸻ Ele sussurrou.
⸻ Ainda não. ⸻ Ela disse, se afastando completamente. Ela pegou um frasco de lubrificante da mochila, um pequeno frasco de gel transparente e derramou uma quantidade generosa no cintaralho e na mão. Ele a observou, a respiração ofegante.
⸻ Vira de bruços. ⸻ Ela ordenou.
Ele obedeceu imediatamente, virando-se sobre o estômago e enterrando o rosto no travesseiro. Ela se posicionou atrás dele, a mão lubrificada deslizando sobre as nádegas dele, e depois entre elas. Ele se contraiu, mas não se afastou.
Ela começou com um dedo, devagar, massageando o anel muscular com uma paciência meticulosa. Rodrick enterrou o rosto no travesseiro, os dedos se enterrando no lençol. Ele gemia baixinho, sons abafados que ele tentava controlar.
⸻ Relaxa, amor. ⸻ Ela sussurrou, a outra mão deslizando pela costa dele. ⸻ Você sabe como é.
Ela adicionou um segundo dedo, e ele soltou um gemido mais alto. Ela moveu os dedos lentamente, encontrando o ritmo, até que ele relaxou e começou a pressionar os quadris para trás, buscando mais.
⸻ Isso… ⸻ Ela encorajou. ⸻ Agora sim.
Ela retirou os dedos e se posicionou atrás dele, a ponta do cintaralho lubrificada pressionando contra a entrada. Ela se inclinou sobre ele, a boca perto da orelha dele.
⸻ Isso é seu. Você vai aguentar, não vai?
⸻ Sim… ⸻ Ele ofegou, e ela empurrou.
A entrada foi lenta, deliberada. Rodrick prendeu a respiração, e ela ouviu o som abafado de um gemido. Ela parou, dando-lhe tempo para se ajustar, a mão firme na nuca dele, mantendo-o no lugar.
⸻ Tudo bem? ⸻ Ela perguntou, a voz suave, mas com um tom de comando.
⸻ S-sim… continua. ⸻ Ele pediu, a voz rouca.
Ela obedeceu, deslizando o cintaralho para dentro até o fundo, sentindo a resistência e a pressão, o calor do corpo dele ao redor do silicone. Ela se moveu, começando com um ritmo lento e profundo, cada movimento fazendo-o gemer e arranhar o lençol.
Com o tempo, o ritmo acelerou. Ela puxava os quadris dele para trás enquanto ela se movia, cada estocada mais firme e profunda que a anterior. Ela o dominava completamente, a mão firme em sua nuca, mantendo-o ali, subjugado.
O quarto encheu-se dos sons do sexo: o ruído úmido da penetração, os gemidos abafados de Rodrick contra o travesseiro, os sussurros de [Nome] que alternavam entre encorajamentos e ordens.
⸻ É isso… geme para mim. Mais alto. ⸻ Ela exigiu, e ele obedeceu, a voz se tornando mais alta e mais descontrolada.
Ela se inclinou e mordeu a nuca dele, enquanto uma das mãos deslizava pela barriga dele para envolver o pau dele, que estava duro e vazando pré-gozo contra o lençol. Ela começou a punhetá-lo em sincronia com as estocadas.
⸻ Você vai gozar para mim. ⸻ Ela murmurou contra a pele dele. ⸻ Vai gozar enquanto eu fodo você. É o que você quer?
⸻ Sim… ⸻ Ele soluçou. ⸻ Por favor… [Nome]… por favor…
Ela apertou o ritmo, as estocadas ficando mais curtas e mais fortes, a mão firme ao redor do pau dele, movendo-se em sincronia perfeita. O corpo de Rodrick estava tenso, cada músculo contraído enquanto ele se aproximava do limite, e os sons que saíam dele eram quase incompreensíveis ⸻ uma mistura de gemidos, o nome dela e súplicas desconexas.
⸻ Isso mesmo, amor.... ⸻ Ela sussurrou, a voz quente e comandante perto da orelha dele, o hálito fazendo os pelos da nuca dele arrepiarem. ⸻ Goza pra mim. Agora.
Foi o suficiente. Rodrick se desfez com um gemido longo e rouco, o corpo todo se contraindo em espasmos enquanto ele gozava na mão dela, o líquido quente espalhando-se pelos dedos dela e no lençol. Ele tremeu, o rosto enterrado no travesseiro, o corpo se arqueando, e ela continuou se movendo, aproveitando cada pulsação ao redor do cintaralho, alongando o prazer dele até que ele finalmente colapsou, mole e ofegante, contra o colchão.
Ela parou, permanecendo encaixada por um momento, sentindo o corpo dele relaxar sob ela. Depois, ela se afastou lentamente, o cintaralho deslizando para fora com um som úmido e baixo, e Rodrick soltou um gemido agudo e cansado.
Ela se ajoelhou ao lado dele, a mão livre ⸻ a que não estava coberta pelo gozo dele ⸻ deslizando pela costa suada dele.
⸻ Foi tão bom assim? ⸻ Ela perguntou, com um sorriso na voz, e ele emitiu um som afirmativo, mas abafado, ainda com o rosto enterrado no travesseiro.
Ela riu baixinho, satisfeita, e se levantou para se livrar do arnês. Tirou as tiras de couro com movimentos práticos, deixou o equipamento de lado e foi ao banheiro do quarto pegar uma toalha. Voltou com ela, molhada e enxugou a mão, depois se inclinou para limpar as costas dele, a pele manchada de vermelho onde o silicone tinha pressionado.
Rodrick finalmente virou a cabeça, os olhos meio fechados, o rosto vermelho e os lábios inchados.
⸻ Você é uma malvada, sabia? ⸻ Ele murmurou, a voz rouca e arrastada.
⸻ E você adora. ⸻ Ela respondeu, jogando a toalha na cadeira e deitando-se ao lado dele, na estreita cama de solteiro, encostando a cabeça no ombro dele.
⸻ Adoro. ⸻ Ele confirmou, passando um braço em volta dela, puxando-a para perto. Apesar do cansaço e da bagunça, ele estava relaxado, completamente entregue.
Ela se aninhou contra ele, os dedos traçando círculos lentos no peito dele, o som da respiração dele se acalmando enchendo o quarto. O silêncio era confortável, até que ela quebrou.
⸻ Sabe… ⸻ Ela começou, a voz casual, como se estivesse falando sobre o tempo. ⸻ Você se comportou tão bem que talvez eu tenha uma recompensa para você. Na próxima vez.
Rodrick arregalou os olhos, virando a cabeça para encará-la.
⸻ O quê?
⸻ Uma surpresa. ⸻ Ela disse, beijando o ombro dele. ⸻ Mas só se você continuar sendo um bom garoto.
Ele a puxou para cima dele, o cansaço parecendo ter desaparecido, os olhos brilhando com uma curiosidade renovada.
⸻ Me fala agora. ⸻ Ele pediu, a voz ganhando vida.
⸻ Não. ⸻ Ela respondeu, rindo, e se inclinou para beijá-lo. ⸻ Vai ter que esperar. E vai ter que merecer.
Ele gemeu, fingindo frustração, mas seus olhos estavam cheios de excitação. Sabia que, seja lá o que fosse, valeria a pena.
Ela ficou em silêncio por um momento, sentindo o calor do corpo dele contra o dela, a mão dele descansando preguiçosamente na curva da sua cintura. Os dedos dela continuaram o desenho lento no peito dele, descendo até a linha do abdômen, traçando os contornos dos músculos que ele mal sabia que tinha.
⸻ Mas já que você se comportou tão bem hoje… ⸻ Ela murmurou, a voz baixa e suave, quase um sussurro. ⸻ Talvez você possa fazer algo por mim. Agora.
Rodrick levantou a cabeça, os olhos encontrando os dela com uma mistura de surpresa e excitação renovada.
⸻ O que você quer? ⸻ Ele perguntou, a voz rouca, mas atenta.
Ela pegou a mão dele ⸻ a mão que estava na cintura dela ⸻ e guiou os dedos dele lentamente para cima, sob a barra da camiseta dela, até que a palma quente e um pouco áspera dele encontrou a pele nua da sua barriga. Ela sentiu o toque dele, ainda meio hesitante, como se ele não tivesse certeza do que ela queria.
⸻ Só me toca. ⸻ Ela sussurrou, os olhos fixos nos dele. ⸻ Devagar. Do jeito que você sabe.
O coração de Rodrick acelerou. Não era a primeira vez que ela pedia isso ⸻ mas cada vez que acontecia, parecia que ele estava aprendendo de novo. Ele moveu a mão com cuidado, a palma deslizando para cima, sobre as costelas, sentindo a pele macia e quente sob os dedos. Ela fechou os olhos por um instante, a cabeça inclinada para trás, entregue ao toque.
Ele se inclinou, os lábios roçando o ombro dela enquanto a mão subia mais, o polegar traçando um arco lento sob a borda do sutiã dela.
⸻ Assim? ⸻ Ele perguntou em um sussurro, a voz rouca e baixa.
⸻ Assim. ⸻la confirmou, um sorriso preguiçoso nos lábios. ⸻ Bom garoto.
Ele sorriu contra a pele dela, os dedos ganhando confiança, deslizando com mais firmeza, mas ainda com aquela lentidão deliberada que ela amava. A mão livre dele encontrou o rosto dela, virando-o suavemente para que ele pudesse beijá-la ⸻ um beijo lento, quente, que começou com um toque leve e se aprofundou quando os dedos dele continuaram o caminho sobre a curva dos seios dela, pressionando suavemente através do tecido fino do sutiã.
Ela gemeu baixinho contra a boca dele, a mão encontrando a nuca dele, puxando-o para mais perto. O corpo dele se moveu contra o dela, as pernas se enrolando, e a respiração ficou mais pesada.
Mas antes que pudesse ir além, passos pesados ecoaram na escada ⸻ mais de uma pessoa, e vozes.
A porta do quarto bateu com força.
⸻ Rodrick, eu falei jantar! ⸻ A voz de Susan Heffley veio alta e impaciente. ⸻ E leva sua namorada também, a comida está esfriando!
Rodrick congelou, o rosto ainda perto do dela, a mão ainda sob a camiseta dela. Ele e [Nome] se entreolharam por um segundo, e então ele soltou uma risada abafada, enterrando o rosto no ombro dela.
⸻ Eu odeio essa casa. ⸻ Ele murmurou, mas o sorriso era evidente na voz.
Ela riu também, soltando os cabelos dele e passando a mão pelo rosto.
⸻ Tarde demais, garoto. ⸻ Ela disse, sentando-se e ajeitando a camiseta, o rosto ainda corado. ⸻ Sua mãe chamou.
Ele se sentou, ainda com um sorriso bobo no rosto, e passou a mão pelos cabelos desgrenhados. Olhou para ela, os olhos escuros e quentes.
⸻ Depois do jantar... ⸻ Ele disse, apontando para ela. ⸻ Você vai terminar o que começou.
Ela levantou uma sobrancelha, o sorriso de volta ao rosto.
⸻ Vou mesmo? E quem disse que você merece?
Rodrick riu, puxando uma camiseta do chão e vestindo-a.
⸻ Você disse que eu fui um bom garoto. ⸻ Ele lembrou, a voz baixa e provocadora. ⸻ E bons garotos ganham recompensas. Suas palavras.
Ela balançou a cabeça, rindo, e se levantou, ajeitando a calça jeans.
⸻ Vamos. ⸻ Ela disse, abrindo a porta. ⸻ Antes que sua mãe suba aqui e nos veja com cara de... isso.
Ele riu e a seguiu escada abaixo, a mão encontrando a dela no corrimão, os dedos se entrelaçando por um segundo antes de se soltarem ao chegar à cozinha ⸻ onde Susan os esperava com uma cara de quem sabia exatamente o que eles estavam fazendo, mas preferia não perguntar.
Kinda random but could i request Rodrick discovering his partner loves restricted spaces? Like randomly they crawl inside a crevice of his or their house and they js hang there because the pressure feels nice and they feel safe in there.
padding up the stairs, rodrick's clad socked feet trail up your wooden stairs. he presses the door open with the back of his hand, the groan of the hinges disrupted the stillness.
he steps into the room, his feet settles on the soft carpet of your room. he looks around to your empty desk, empty bed, empty room. he tilts his head, "hello?"
his voice causes your head to perk up. in the corner of his eye he sees the top of your head between the space of your bookshelf and bed. perfectly settled into the vacant between the two objects.
"hi."
"hi pretty. didn't see you there." his lips curl into a sweet smile. he climbs over your bed, he throws his long legs over the mattress. "fancied a change of scenery, huh?"
you nod, "'s nice down here rod." you shift over slightly, patting the space beside you in invitation.
he chuckles as he bends down onto his knees. he manages to squeeze into the crevice with you. his body pressed into yours. his knees touching your thighs.
"you're right. nice down here." a warm feeling settles into his bones as he looks at you. his eyes rake over your calm expression. your body subtly leans into him. he raises his arm and drapes it over your frame.
silently, you hum and allow your head to fall comfortably onto his shoulder. rodrick follows, his head tilting to rest ontop of yours.
College!Rodrick who got into college by the grace of God and on a full ride musician scholarship after opening at Heather’s birthday and becoming an internet star.
College!Rodrick who is always ten minutes late for every class even though he lives on campus
College!Rodrick who met reader at his first gig which was held at a random frat house, you were in his English Lit and always offered a pencil when he never had one
College!Rodrick who loves to get drunk and sleep it off on your soft rug in your dorm which your roommate doesn’t appreciate
College!Rodrick who tries to impress you on the first date by taking you out to the local diner by the school and miserably failing at paying for the check because he broke (and he used all his money for a new guitar & loading up on pizza rolls)
College!Rodrick who will stay up till 2 a.m. to help you study but ending up snoring loudly in the library which the librarian kicked you both out
College!Rodrick who brings you home for christmas break and his mother immediately loves you, his brother, Greg questions your sanity and his dad marveled at your knowledge about train sets
College!Rodrick who officially ask you to be his girlfriend with a song that he made his band rehearse for months on end
“Teenage Dirtbag” - Rodrick Heffley Imagine (Friends to Lovers)
- PART ONE -
Summary: You’re Rodrick’s best friend and the lead singer of Löded Diper. You and Rodrick have liked each other for years, but are both convinced that your feelings aren’t reciprocated by the other. When your parents give you the choice to move away with them or stay in town with your cousin Rowley, you consider moving, as it would get you away from the torture of constantly hearing about Rodrick’s crush on Heather Hills (which you don’t know is a cover up for his crush on you.) Everything comes to a head during your performance at Heather’s birthday party. Will Rodrick finally get the courage to tell you how he feels?
TW: f!reader, profanity, someone makes a suicidal joke, angst but it will be resolved in the next chapter :)
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Your head slammed back against the headrest of the seat as Rodrick slammed on the breaks in front of the middle school.
“Hurry up, losers!” he yelled out the window at Greg and Rowley.
You gave him a massive side eye with an annoyed expression.
He softened, giving you a sympathetic wince. “Sorry.”
You sighed, turning your attention to the two boys hurriedly hopping into the back of the van. “How was school, guys?”
“Terrible, as always.” Greg huffed in reply.
“It was’t that bad.” Rowley retorted, getting settled on the floor. “Greg’s just mad that Holly Hills didn’t talk to him today.”
“Shut up, Rowley!” Greg hissed, hitting his friend on the arm.
“I told you little bro, you and her is never gonna happen.” Rodrick shook his head with an evil smirk as he began driving off towards his house.
“Don’t be so mean to him.” you scolded, slapping him on the arm. He faked being hurt and pouted, causing you to laugh along with Greg. He loved seeing someone put his older brother in his place, like he wished he could.
You had always been the only person who could boss Rodrick around. The two of you became best friends in 7th grade when you were partnered together for a science project. Even though you were the one who did most of the work, Rodrick still managed to bond with you over your similar taste in music. By the time high school rolled around, you were also friends with Ben and Chris, and Löded Diper was born.
You were the front woman of the group. You had always loved singing, and being in theatre gave you a great sense of stage presence. Rodrick truly thought you had the greatest voice in the world.
Every day after school, except when you had theatre rehearsal, the band would go to Rodrick’s to practice in the garage. Since Rowley was your little cousin, he was told to go with you since he had no older siblings to watch him after school. While Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson certainly didn’t trust the oldest Heffley boy, they definitely trusted you. While they didn’t understand your alternative interests, they knew you were a good kid. You truly cared about Rowley, and would be there to help him if he needed anything. Even though Rodrick had threatened him and Greg to only interrupt your rehearsals if someone was bleeding or if the house was on fire.
As Rodrick turned the corner too sharply, the boys went flying around the back of the van, and your body crashed into Rodrick’s side.
“Jesus Rodrick, how did you even manage to get a driver’s license?” you griped, very close to his face now that he had shifted the car’s center of gravity.
He turned to face you, both of your eyes widening as you realized how close your faces were. You both quickly faced forward again, with you settling back into your seat.
“I’m uh, I’m sorry...” Rodrick mumbled, clearing his throat.
“It’s fine, just uh… be more careful next time, yeah?” you replied half-heartedly, crossing your arms over your chest.
Greg smirked as he watched the display. He seemed to be the only one aware that you both had massive crushes on each other. Both of you were obviously too clueless to realize that the other reciprocated your feelings.
While Rodrick started out as just a friend, you started to have feelings for him around the time Löded Diper started. You had started spending a lot of time together, and with the two of you being the creative masterminds of the group, you really connected on a deeper level.
Rodrick on the other had, had liked you since you first sat next to him to work on that project in 7th grade. He thought you were the coolest girl in the world, super talented, ridiculously funny, and as the cherry on top, absolutely gorgeous. Your great taste in music was a bonus as well. Having you in his band was the luckiest thing that ever happened to him. You were cool, unlike him and the other guys, so if there was any chance of you guys making it big, it was because of you. The three of them often wondered how you were still hanging around with them after all these years.
So what got in the way of you guys being a couple? Well, besides both of you being way too shy to confess your feelings, as well as completely oblivious, it was the day Ben asked Rodrick who his crush was during a game of truth or dare you were all playing. Rodrick panicked… he was nowhere near ready to confess to you yet! So, in a moment of desperation, he blurted out the first girl’s name that popped into his head. “Heather Hills.”
Heather Hills, you thought, of fucking course he likes Heather Hills.
It made sense. She was by far the most popular girl in school. Blonde, skinny, rich, and beautiful… you didn’t think you stood a chance. You played it cool to your friends, but you walked home that night crying, and vowed to yourself you would forget all about your stupid feelings for Rodrick Heffley.
But of course, it didn’t work. You were still completely in love with him. It turns out, feelings don’t fade away overnight. He was too cute, dorky, and fun to forget about. It was also hard to stop liking him when you were with him practically every day after school.
Rodrick wanted to strangle Ben after that night. He could tell something had changed in you since then. The way you started to hesitate whenever he pulled you in for a hug, the sad look in your eyes when you smiled at him after he’d give you a compliment… he hated it. He thought you’d begun to think of him as every other guy, falling for the most basic popular girl ever. But what could he do? He couldn’t tell you that he felt absolutely nothing for Heather Hills, because then he’d have to explain that he was in love with you. And he was certain you didn’t like him back. You were far too cool for him.
As a particular Green Day song started playing, you both snapped your heads towards each other with a grin.
“Oh man, I love this song!” Rodrick declared, gripping the wheel and headbanging.
“Same, crank it!” you squealed, reaching for the volume dial. However you both reached for it at the same time, bumping fingers. You bashfully put your hand back in your lap and let him turn it up. He cleared his throat again, cheeks growing slightly pink.
You started singing along with the lyrics of the song, swaying dramatically in your seat. Rodrick laughed, relieved that you weren’t focusing on the tension, and began singing along with you, although poorly. But you didn’t care. You still enjoyed the moments where you and Rodrick could just act like the goofy best friends you were before your feelings had made everything all complicated.
When you finally arrived at the Heffley residence, the boys practically jumped out of the backseat to run into the living room and play video games. You chuckled at their enthusiasm, slinging your bag over your shoulder as you joined Rodrick in front of the garage. “I missed this.”
“You should, that damn musical took you away from us for two whole months. That’s like, 100 days.” Rodrick huffed, opening up the garage door.
You shook your head at his horrible math skills. “Numbers aside, I don’t regret it. I’m very proud of that musical.”
Rodrick slung an arm around your shoulder. “You should be, you killed it.” He smiled at you and ruffled your hair.
You giggled, pushing him away and walking into the garage. “I was so happy you came to see it.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t have missed it. Gotta make sure my front woman is giving us good press.” he joked, picking up his drum sticks.
You laughed at him again. He seemed to be allergic to making a mushy statement. Rodrick thought about throwing in a remark about how seeing you sing a duet with your character’s romantic interest made him jealous, but decided against it.
“We’re here!” a voice shouted from the sidewalk. You both looked up to see Ben and Chris sprinting into the garage.
“It’s about time, doofuses.” you playfully scolded them with a grin.
“Listen, not all of us can be as privileged as you guys.” Ben huffed, rolling his eyes. “We don’t have wheels to get us here everyday.”
“Y/N walked here after theatre rehearsal in five minutes last month!” Rodrick retorted, holding his hands out in disbelief.
“Yeah, speaking of which, it’s good to have you back, singer.” Chris smiled at you, opening his arms to give you a hug.
You happily hugged him back, not noticing the way Rodrick scrunched his nose with jealousy. You kept one arm around Chris’s waist and turned to face Ben, your other hand placed sassily on your hip. “See Ben, Chris here understands how to greet me after my absence.”
Ben rolled his eyes as you let go of Chris and walked across the room. “Okay, I will admit, I am glad that you’re back.” he confessed, patting you on the back as you walked past him.
The guys began setting up their instruments as you plugged in your microphone. “Did you guys manage to write any new songs while I was gone?”
Ben and Chris shared a guilty expression.
“I did.” Rodrick declared, raising his hand with a proud expression.
You smiled at him. “This is why you’re my favorite, Roddy.”
Rodrick grinned at the other guys like a little school girl. “I’m her favorite, guys.”
“Like that was ever a question.” Chris chuckled.
“Alright guys, let’s start rehearsal with Rodrick’s new song.” you ordered, snapping everyone back to attention. You had a knack for keeping the boys in line when they were getting rowdy. It was one of the things Rodrick loved about you.
—/—/—/—/—/—/—
Today was the last day of school, and as everyone was saying their goodbyes and signing yearbooks in the hallway, you were stopped in your tracks by a pair of icy blue eyes.
“Y/N, I need to talk to you.” the owner of the eyes declared. You noticed that there was a hint of desperation in them.
“Heather Hills, to what do I owe this encounter?” you grinned, adjusting your bag around your shoulder. “I do believe this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me.”
She rolled her eyes, then grabbed your arm, lacing it with hers as she started off down the hall. “Please, don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. I need a huge favor.”
You were beyond confused. You weren’t even aware that Heather knew you existed, and now she was walking arm in arm with you and asking you for a favor?
“Okay, what can I do for you?” you asked, furrowing your brow as you glanced over at her. Even though you subconsciously hated her for being Rodrick’s crush, you couldn’t bring yourself to be mean to her. It just wasn’t you.
“The worst possible thing has happened… the DJ backed out of my Sweet 16!” she exclaimed, looking up at the ceiling as if she was fighting back tears.
“Oh wow… that sucks.” you replied, trying your best to sympathize with her rich girl problems.
“I know, right?” she cried, glancing over at you. “And it’s really hard to find another professional group on such short notice, I mean the party is in one month!”
“Okay… so what does this have to do with me?” you asked, still confused.
“Well you see, I did happen to see you in the musical last week…” Heather explained, “… and I have to admit, you were really good.”
You smiled, fighting the fuzzy feeling in your chest. “Thank you.” As much as you wanted to hate Heather, it felt good to be complimented by her. Someone as popular as her had no reason to give out false compliments, so in a way, it meant a lot.
“And I know you have a band, so…” she stopped in her tracks and turned to face you, hands gripping onto your arms as she looked at you seriously. “… I need you guys to perform.”
Your eyes widened. “Us? I mean, trust me, I’m flattered but… we’ve only ever really performed at talent shows. And will a month be enough time to learn the songs you want? I already know we don’t have the same taste in music…”
Heather’s eyes drooped disappointedly. She dropped your arms and stood up straight with an unpleasant expression. “You know what, forget it. I’ll figure something else out.” She then began walking off down the hallway.
You scoffed in exasperation… had Heather felt insecure about being rejected by you? That couldn’t be true, because that would mean she actually valued your opinion, and she didn’t seem to care about anyone’s. Still, you couldn’t deal with how sad she looked. You sighed and called out to her. “Heather!”
She turned around, blonde hair flipping over her shoulder. She raised her perfectly groomed eyebrows expectantly.
“We’ll perform at your party.” you told her.
Her face lit up with a wide smile, then she ran up to you and hugged you. You froze, uncomfortably patting her on the back.
“Yes! Okay, so here’s the list of songs I need you guys to play.” the blonde girl squealed, pulling a sheet of pink paper out of her bag. You winced as you looked over all the pop songs she had listed out. It wasn’t that you minded, you and Rodrick had jammed out to your fair share of Ke$ha and Lady Gaga songs… but you knew Ben and Chris were going to hate them. “The rest of the set can be whatever, as long as it’s not that sad emo crap that makes people want to kill themselves.”
You squinted your eyes and shook your head, plastering on a fake smile. “Sounds good. I’ll start rehearsing them with the guys tonight.”
“Thanks Y/N, I really appreciate this!” she grinned, squeezing your arm.
You both glanced to the side as three guys suddenly walked up in front of you.
“Y/N, are you ready to go?” Rodrick asked, looking absolutely bewildered as to why you were talking to Heather Hills.
Heather scoffed at the sight of the three guys, her usual unpleasant expression returning to her face. She turned back to you. “I’ll text you the rest of the details. And trust me, my Dad will pay you big time for this.”
You smiled at her and nodded, and then she strode off back down the hallway towards her friends.
“Am I hallucinating or was Heather Hills just talking to you?” Ben asked, furrowing his brow.
“And hugging you?” Chris added in disbelief.
“Yeah, I’ll be honest, I kind of blacked out a bit…” you laughed, brushing your hair behind your ear and looking at the ground to collect yourself.
“Hey, if you guys are friends, then that means you can set her up with Rodrick!” Ben declared, slapping Rodrick on the shoulder with a stupid grin.
“Yeah, she said she’d text you! When she does, you can give Rodrick her number!” Chris suggested.
Your heart sunk into your stomach, making you feel like you were about to throw up.
Rodrick whipped his head around at his friends, giving them a dangerous warning glare. “Stop, guys.”
Ben and Chris gulped, nodding at their drummer. They knew when Rodrick looked at them like that, he was about to rip them to shreds.
Rodrick rolled his eyes and turned back to face you, his eyes softening. “Seriously though, are you okay? What happened?”
You shook your head, not letting yourself feel touched by his concern. “Yeah, I’m great, actually. I just got us a gig. A real one.”
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“Are you serious?” Ben whined, holding out the sheet of paper Heather had given you. “There’s no way I’m playing this cheesy pop crap.”
“Yeah, and even if it was good music, there’s no way we can learn 10 songs in a month.” Chris shook his head, adjusting his beanie.
You were all back in the garage, discussing your conversation with Heather.
“Yes we can, school is out so we literally have all day so rehearse!” you explained, snatching the paper back from him. “Plus, we’re going to get paid really good. You know we need new equipment. Rodrick is on his last pair of drumsticks.”
“I don’t care about the money.” Ben scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m not a sell out.”
“Well it’s also a great chance to get our name out there.” you reasoned. “We’ve been wanting to play a real gig for forever now. Maybe one of Heather’s rich relatives knows a record company.”
“You’re dreaming too big again, singer.” Chris chuckled, shaking his head at you.
You held out your arms in disbelief, then slapped them back down against your sides. You looked over at Rodrick, who had been standing next to you listening, a pleading look in your eyes.
“So what if we dream big?” Rodrick asked the two guys. “Every great band started out with just a dream. We have to take every chance we get.”
Ben looked like he was considering Rodrick’s words, then shook his head. “But Rodrick, these songs are shit…”
“Oh, don’t be so elitist, Ben!” Rodrick criticized, scrunching up his face. “I’ve caught you listening to Taylor Swift before.”
Ben looked embarrassed, glancing down to the floor. “Yeah, but… just her early stuff, you know…” he mumbled, digging his toe into the floor.
Rodrick gestured over to you. “Y/N just got us a chance to show everyone how great we are. We all know she’s smarter than the three of us combined, and if she thinks we can do it, then I’m with her.”
He then held his hand in front of you, palm down. You smiled at him appreciatively, then slapped your hand down on top of his. You both looked at the other guys in front of you expectantly.
Chris grinned at the sudden inspiration, then put his hand in the pile. Ben was still looking down at the floor.
“Come on, Benny boy.” you pleaded. “I need you to do this with us.”
Ben looked at you for a moment, then sighed and rolled his eyes, then walked over and slapped his hand on top of Chris’s. “Okay, I’m in.”
You all cheered for him with your hands on top of each other.
“Alright, on three…” you started. “One, two, three…”
“Löded Diper!”
—/—/—/—/—/—
You sighed as you walked into your living room, the familiar scent of your home instantly comforting you. Your first rehearsal for the party was overwhelming, to say the least. You and the guys had spent the whole night just working out a practice schedule and figuring out how all of your parts would fit together.
You walked into the kitchen to see your parents sitting at the table, sharing a bottle of wine. They both smiled at sight of you.
“Hey sweetie, how was rehearsal?” your mom asked, head rested in her hand.
“Good, we mostly just hashed out our setlist though…” you replied. “Rodrick gave me a ride home, he said it was too dark for me to walk.”
“What, he’s too good to come in and say hi to us now?” your dad joked. crossing his arms over his chest. You slapped his arm playfully. Your dad was an old friend of Frank’s, so he had known Rodrick since before the two of you were even friends. He thought he was a bit of a trouble maker, but deep down, a good kid, and even more importantly, a good friend to you.
“Oh Y/F/N, it’s late. The poor boy probably didn’t even think we’d still be up.” your mom laughed at her husband.
“Yeah, I’m pretty surprised by it too.” you commented, joining them at the table. “What are you guys still doing up?”
Your father sighed, then glanced over to your mother, who gave him a nod. You looked between the two of them, confused.
“What’s going on?” you asked, anxiety growing in your chest.
“It’s nothing bad,” your mother reassured you, giving your wrist a light squeeze. “We just have some big news for you.” She then looked over at your father, prompting him to continue.
“I got the big promotion.” your father said, trying to contain the proud smile on his face.
“What? Oh my god, that’s awesome! Congrats, Dad!” you replied excitedly. Your dad had been gunning for this job for months, but didn’t think it would ever actually happen.
“Thank you, sweetie.” he said, then let out another sigh. “However, there is a downside.”
“What?” you asked, not seeing any possible negative outcome.
“I have to move to our sister location in the next state over.”
Your mouth fell open slightly at the news. “But guys, it’s my-“
“We know it’s your last summer with your friends before college, honey…” your mom comforted you again. “That’s why we talked to your aunt and uncle. They said you’d be more than welcome to stay with them while we move into our new house.”
You scrunched your nose in discomfort. You loved Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson, but living with them didn’t sound like the most fun thing in the world.
“They’re aware that you’re technically an adult now, and can do as you please.” your father told you, sensing your hesitation. “They’re on board as long as they know you’re safe and not doing anything illegal.”
You looked down at the table, a lot of thoughts spinning around in your head. On one hand, it would suck not being with your parents for your last summer before college. Plus, you wouldn’t be able to perform at Heather’s party with your band.
At the sudden thought of the band, something else popped up in your head and instantly killed all other thoughts. Rodrick.
You didn’t know how you were going to go without seeing Rodrick every day. But… maybe it would be a good thing? Some distance might help you get over your crush on him. But there was still a small part of you that hoped it would suddenly change his mind and realize his feelings for you. You thought this part of you was stupid and overly optimistic, but still acknowledged that it was there.
“I think I need some time to think about this.” you told your parents, getting up from the table.
“Take all the time you need sweetie.” your mother told you. “But let us know before the end of the month.”
You nodded, then said goodnight to your parents before walking upstairs to your bedroom. You felt like a liar, because you really didn’t need to think about it. You just needed to find out once and for all how Rodrick felt about you.
—/—/—/—/—/—/—
It was now three weeks into your grueling rehearsal schedule. The four of you had been working day and night, barely even getting to enjoy your own graduation ceremony before immediately running back to the Heffley’s garage to practice in your caps and gowns. The party was in one week, and you guys had managed to get six out of ten of Heather’s songs up to performance level.
The remaining four were proving to be a pain in the ass, with each of you struggling with your own part on one of them. And to make matters worse, none of you were struggling with the same song, so it couldn’t just be scrapped.
Besides struggling with the vocals on a certain song, you were also struggling to find a good time to talk to Rodrick about your feelings. Every time it seemed like you were getting close, you would either chicken out, or someone would interrupt you. Frustrated, you knew you had to do it before the party, so tonight, you dragged out rehearsal as long as possible in hopes that it would get Ben and Chris to go home immediately after.
“Alright guys, I’m calling it.” you surrendered, raising your hands up in the air. It was really late, and you could tell Ben and Chris had hit their limit.
“Thank God.” Ben sighed, unplugging his guitar. “I’m gonna go home and drill the chords to ‘Call Me Maybe’ until my fingers split open.”
“Love the dedication, buddy.” you half-heartedly praised, patting him on the shoulder as you walked past him to stand next to Rodrick’s drum set. “You tired?”
He threw a drumstick up in the air and caught it, hoping it impressed you. “Nope. You know me, I’ll be up for another four hours at least.” he laughed, shaking his head.
“Same, I’m wired right now.” you told him with a smile. “Wanna hang for a bit?”
He tried not to let his face light up like an excited little kid. “Yeah, sure. But I think if I play any longer, my dad will come in here and set my drums on fire, so we’ll have to hang out in my room.”
You laughed, easily being able to imagine Frank in the scenario Rodrick had described. You turned to Chris. “How about you?”
“Nah, I’m gonna do the same as Ben.” the blonde sighed as he packed up his bass. “Even though I think listening to ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ one more time will push me into psychosis.”
You gave him a sympathetic expression. “I promise this will all be worth it in the end.”
“I know it will.” Chris nodded with a smile. He turned to Ben. “Come on, Benny boy, let’s get out of here.
“See you tomorrow, guys.” Ben waved goodbye as he walked out the door.
You waved back, then turned to face Rodrick. “The usual?”
He nodded with a smile. “Popcorn and Scott Pilgrim.” He got up from his drum set and let you into the house. You guys had seen that movie a million times, but it was still your favorite.
“Are you sure it’s okay that I’m here?” you asked as you hopped up on the kitchen counter.
Rodrick scoffed with a smile as he threw a bag of popcorn into the microwave. “As if you have to ask. You know my mom is in love with you. She literally said you can come inside any time.”
“That’s right, I did!” a chipper voice squealed from the doorway. You both looked over to see Susan grinning in her pajamas.
“Susan!” you cheered, hopping down from the counter to give her a hug. Rodrick couldn’t help but smile at the display. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved how well you got along with his family. Susan adored you, Frank was always happy to see you, and Greg and Manny saw you as a cool older sister.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you, Y/N!” Susan told you as she wrapped her arms around you. She pulled back, holding onto your arms as she looked at you softly. “You look worn out, honey. Have you been sleeping enough?”
“Mom, I told you, we’ve been working our fingers to the bone for three weeks over this party.” Rodrick rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against at he counter.
You gave him an annoyed expression, then turned back to Susan with a smile. “I’m okay, thank you for asking. Like Rodrick said, we’ve just been working really hard.”
Susan put a hand on your cheek. “Well, you still look as beautiful as ever!”
Yes she does, Rodrick thought to himself.
“Although I don’t think that Heather girl deserves all of the hard work you guys are putting in...” Susan went on, putting her hands on her hips to show how strongly she felt. “She’s very unpleasant.”
“Well, Rodrick’s the one who has a crush on her. Maybe you can ask him what he sees in her.” you retorted, a little sassier than you’d intended. You looked over at Rodrick to see him looking at you like a sad puppy. You gave him a playful grin, walking over to the microwave and taking the popcorn out.
Susan glared at Rodrick, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Rodrick held out his hands, not sure how we was supposed to have responded to your statement. Susan just shook her head at her son’s cluelessness. “That was your chance.” she mouthed to him.
Susan was the only person Rodrick told about his crush on you. Well, she had already known as soon as she noticed her unhygienic son suddenly showering and putting on deodorant daily. But as soon as you became friends, Rodrick had sheepishly approached her asking for advice on how to ask you out. It was obviously still a work in progress.
“Well Y/N…” Susan sighed, moving on from her son’s incompetence. “It’s already so late, and it’s supposed to storm soon, so I really don’t want you walking home tonight. How about I call your parents and ask if you can stay the night?”
Rodrick’s eyes widened. How was his mom a better wingman than his friends?
“Okay, thanks Susan.” you gave her an appreciative smile as you poured the popcorn into a bowl. “I’ll probably fall asleep halfway through the movie as usual.”
She grinned at you as you walked past her and up the stairs. As Rodrick followed you, she grabbed onto his arm, causing him to look at her with wide eyes.
“Fix it.” she whispered to him. Rodrick had never seen his mom so serious before, not even when she had punished him for throwing that party a few months ago. What he didn’t know was that Susan was dead set on having you as a daughter in law, and wasn’t going to accept anything less.
As you walked into Rodrick’s bedroom, you were surprised to see that it was clean. Well, clean for his standards. You wondered if he had tidied up in hopes that you would hang out tonight, and for once, you let yourself smile at the thought.
You plopped down in front of his bed, sitting criss cross on the floor. “Do you have a hoodie I can wear? It’s kinda chilly in here.”
“Yeah, sure…” Rodrick nodded, scrambling around his room to find a clean one. You laughed as he frantically dug through his closet, which he had obviously just shoved all of his dirty clothes into a few hours prior, until he finally emerged with a black AAR one. “Here you go.” he tossed it to you with a small smile, hoping you didn’t notice how flustered he was. But you obviously did.
You took it gratefully, then put in on and fluffed your hair out of the collar. When you glanced back up at Rodrick, you noticed he was frozen in place.
“What’s wrong?” you asked with a small chuckle at his current state.
You look so good in my hoodie. “Nothing…” Rodrick shook his head, squinting his eyes in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe how easily you could make him forget himself.
You moved on, pulling the well-used DVD out of its case and popping it into the TV. As the movie started up, Rodrick reached over and turned off his bedside lamp, making the room a bit cozier. You instinctively scooched closer to him, your knee touching his legs, which were stretched out in front of him, and your arm brushing against his.
He looked at you, alarmed at the sudden physical contact. You giggled, then gestured to the bowl in your hands. “So we can share the popcorn?”
“Oh, right…” Rodrick sighed, an awkward laugh spilling from his lips. He reached into the bowl and took some. As the movie went on, both of you laughing at the same familiar scenes, he started to hear his mom’s voice echoing in the back of his head. “Fix it.”
He cleared his throat, shuffling down a bit to lean back onto his bed. “You can, uh, put your head on my shoulder. But like, only if you want to.”
You stopped chewing for a moment, slightly shocked at your best friend’s boldness. He had never initiated something like that before. Quickly remembering yourself, you nodded with a meek smile, then scooched down a bit to do as he had offered.
Rodrick felt pathetic at how his heart was pounding in his chest over the slightest bit of intimacy. Was he really that touch starved? What he didn’t notice was that yours was doing the same, beating hard and fast in your chest like one of his drum solos.
Gathering up as much courage as he could, he slowly creeped a hand up from behind you and put it in your hair, running his fingers through it gently. You closed your eyes and made a small noise at the feeling, then froze at your own actions. You looked up at him with a wide eyed smile. “Sorry… I guess I’m not used to that.” Looks like you were a bit touch starved as well.
He chuckled at you softly, the sound making your heart ache. “It’s okay… it was cute.”
His fingers stopped abruptly in your hair at the realization of what he just said. Damnit, he was already moving way faster than he wanted to. He was so afraid of scaring you away.
“Thank you.” you smiled warmly at him, placing your head back down on his shoulder and focusing your attention back to the movie.
Rodrick breathed a sigh of relief. Thank god. You hadn’t slapped him or stormed out of the room.
A crack of thunder from the brewing summer storm sounded off outside, making you jump further into Rodrick’s embrace. His heart stopped. Yours did too. Maybe it was the coziness of the room, or the way the hoodie he gave you smelled like him, but for some reason, you were feeling brave.
“Roddy, can I ask you something?” you suddenly asked at a quiet part of the movie. He turned to you, but you refused to look up at him.
“Of course, you know you can ask me anything…” he replied, gently placing your hair back down on your shoulder to give you his full attention.
You hesitated, fiddling with your rings. You wanted so badly to tell him about your parents moving. You always told each other everything. Well, except one very important thing. But how could you put that on him? He shouldn’t have to convince you to stay. Instead, you just laughed and shook your head. “Nevermind, it’s nothing…”
Rodrick sat up abruptly, grabbing your hands and forcing you to look up at him. “Tell me… please.” He looked at you more intensely than he ever had. To hell with not moving too fast, his best friend clearly needed him right now.
You fought back the tears in your eyes, devastated at what you were about to say. “My parents are moving away. They’re letting me decide whether or not I want to go with them.”
Rodrick’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open slightly, his eyebrows knitting together with a pleading expression as he shook his head. “No you can’t go, I… I need you here…”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, gripping his hands a bit tighter. “What do you mean? Why do you need me?”
His eyes glimmered in the dim light of the room as he looked into yours. They seemed to be pleading with him as well. Give me a reason. Tell me why I should stay.
He leaned closer, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing down at your lips, then back up at your eyes. You leaned closer to him as well, your brain going on autopilot and your heart jumping into the driver’s seat. He looked down at your lips again, for longer than a few seconds this time, wanting so badly to close the distance between the two of you. He placed a hand on your cheek, searching your face for any signs of discomfort. When he found none, he focused back onto your eyes. “Because you’re my best friend.”
Your jaw clenched. That’s what he had to say to you in your moment of desperation? That you were friends? You already knew that. You were reminded of it every goddamn second you were together. Suddenly, it was all too much. The back and forth, the constant mixed signals, the unrequited yearning… you were done.
You grabbed his wrist softly, then pushed his arms back into his own lap. “I have to go.”
He looked at you bewildered as you stood up, taking his hoodie off and throwing it onto his bed. “Y/N, what did I do…”
You whipped around to face him, hand gripping the door handle. “Nothing.” you stated sharply. “You did nothing.”
Rodrick froze at the cold glare in your eyes. In all the years he had known you, even with all the stupid shit he had done, you had never looked at him with so much anger.
As he watched you storm out of his room, he wanted so badly to chase after you. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He had obviously fucked things up enough.
“Y/N, where are you going, sweetie?” Susan asked from her spot on the couch as you ran down the stairs towards the front door.
“Oh, I’m sorry Susan, but I have to go home…” you told her with a fake smile, not wanting to worry her.
“Okay, well let me drive you, it’s pouring down rain right now…” she replied, closing her book and setting it down next to her.
“No, please…” you protested, fighting back the tears that were threatening to stream down your face at any moment. “I’d rather be by myself.”
You gave Susan an apologetic gaze, then bolted outside. You took off down the sidewalk, your hair and clothes immediately getting soaked by the rain. She wasn’t kidding, it was pouring. But the dull ache in your chest made you numb to it.
Finally free from anyone’s eyes, you began crying, tears mixing with the raindrops that clung to your face. You kept running forward, one foot in front of the other, until you were several blocks away from the Heffley’s. Once you glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was chasing after you, you collapsed against a nearby lamp post, gasping for air between sobs. You rested your forehead against the cold metal pole, squinting your eyes to push out the remaining tears.
You hated yourself for letting things go this far. If you had just gotten rid of your stupid feelings for Rodrick like you had planned to originally, you wouldn’t have gotten this hurt.
You looked up to the night sky in desperation, as if some kind of answer would be written in the stars. As raindrops pelted your face, you finally made your mind up about two things. One, you were never letting anybody into your heart again. And two, you were moving away with your parents this summer.
The loud house(Rodrick Heffley x fem! reader,sister)
AN: Is everyone doing okay? i hope so! im doing amazing y'all i love the support you guys still have for my fics,I've disappeared for so much time😭but I am so back
Summary:Just interactions as the only daughter the Heffley's have with mostly Rodrick but also the family
the image is unrelated i just find it hilarious cuz what was the purpose lmao😭
Have you ever imagined what it's like having brothers?or siblings at all? if you're an only child probably yeah,but if you have siblings you only wish to be an only child,and sometimes i wish that too,it's just that the cons-
-Rowley:GREG,RUN!
tf? what was that? the next thing you heard was rapid footsteps followed by screams,what was happening now??? It's not like this is uncommon,but it's always annoying.You went into your brother's room,to find Greg's little friend Rowley sitting in a corner scared
-Y/N:What happened?
He stood up rapidly and stood still
-Rowley:We uhm,we went into Rodrick's room-
-Y/N: For what exactly?
-Rowley:Uhm,Greg wanted to find his annuary and-
-Y/N:Alright Rowley cool it,I'm not gonna punch you,you're safe with me,are you hurt?
-Rowley:No,I'm fine ma'am,I mean lady,I-
-Y/N:It's okay,go home,I'll handle the rest,Greg will call you later
And as you said that,the little boy went downstairs and left quietly to avoid being chased by the scary older brother,and now it was your turn to fix this.
-Y/N:Greg?
You weren't even finished when your little brother came running to you just to hide behind you,followed by your brother Rodrick,as he tried to catch him and he tried to not get caught,leaving you in the middle as their "shield"
-Y/N: Alright stop! You two! Why did you go into his room again and mess with his stuff? and you! stop getting this mad over this!
Greg: Hey,mom says we'll leave in 10 minutes,are you ready?
Y/N:Yeah,I just have to do my eyeliner,I'm ready,wait for me in the car
Greg: Alright
It was the talent show day,you weren't participating,just being a supportive sister and "spending family time" as your mom says,I mean yeah sure...Everyone was done getting ready,you were just finishing your eyeliner
Rodrick:Hey,got a moment?
Y/N: Yeah,what's up? forgot something?
Rodrick: I mean,kinda? Can you uhm...do my eyeliner?
What? what was that?
Y/N: What?
Rodrick: PLEASEEEEEE I need it for the performance,it looks way cooler,and you do it better than me
Y/N: I mean yeah,I can- SO YOU'RE THE ONE THAT IS WASTING MY EYELINER?! THIS ONE IS EXPENSIVE
Rodrick: Please this is not the moment for arguments,I'll buy you another one if you do this for me please
Well that offer was...tempting
Y/N: I'm in,come here,what type of eyeliner do you want? Messy?
Y/N: Yeah,we just went on a night walk you know...
yeah,a walk,and a few days ago you DEFINETELY weren't drinking like crazy at the party you had at your house...neither was your brother...neither you drank like 2 bottles...neither your little brother was there sure...
Greg: Yeah! We just went on a night walk and stuff
...
Frank: Kids,can you explain me this?
Oh.My.God
Your dad wanted to show the visits a few pictures of his war recreations and somehow SOMEONE took pictures with the same DAMN camera that your dad uses,oh god please pray so that they didn't took pictures of you,you were a HEAVY drinker when it came to parties,and until now(we hope so) your parents didn't knew you ran away for parties late at night,please don't let them see...
Rodrick: That's not me...
Frank: That's not you? So I assume this isn't Greg either?
Pictures kept showing,Greg dancing with Rowley,some crazy shit happening,Rodrick drinking like crazy,and-
Y/N: Oh my god
the goddamn pictures...
Susan: What...
Yeah,everyone was speechless,but even more with your pictures,you were supposedly a very calm and nice girl,yeah,forget that. Every picture was worse than the next one,drowning down 2 bottles in a few seconds,drinking from another guy's mouth,Rodrick passed out on the floor,him trying to flirt with so many girls,and Greg and Rowley being there...yeah no,how many years are you getting grounded?
Frank: YOU THREW A PARTY?!
Y/N: WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE PICTURES?!
Greg: I'M SORRY I DON'T REMEMBER DOING THAT!
Rodrick: WHAT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
Susan: We trusted you kids!
Frank: I KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF! I KNEW I WASN'T CRAZY!
Yeah,that'll be 3 months grounded with no going outside
